Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-11-18
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CHAPTER xxxIu SEQUEL TO THE STORY
OF MON1REssoR.
Out of ali this episode Of Claire ent
Montressor we might have woven long
story, though apart from our own, and
s'piled up the agony" as the phrase is
but our narrative is not roma ce.
The meeting came about thus:
The yelled equestrienne on the Es
plsnRee WAS, Is the reader has no doub
surmised, Claire, who had seen and rec
ognized in an sgony of dismay, and love
too, her husband-real or mock she knew
not still, though he knew her not; and o
painful scene had taken place between hel
and Tady Tremayne, whom she had &C
companied as humble friend to India
st the villa on the Chowringher-rosd.
Kind, but bluntering, Lady Tremsyne
did not quite understand the story OF
Claire as the latter, in her excitement,
related it, and only in so far as she fondly
anticipated reconciliation and reunion
of those two by her means. She vove up
quite little romance, of which she was
to IL the good fairy, though she was Ger.
tally appalled, afterwards, when, subse-
Quent to the scene we have described, she
heard the details Of Clsire's flight in the
night from Lynemouth.
"Think Of the future" Lady Tremayne
had SAID, with reference to the meeting
on the Esplanade.
"What future have II" Claire had re-
sponded. "He Is here now, actually in
Calcutts-the man to whom Igave myself
st the altar OF my dear dead fathers
church-dead through his crime and sin
this man whom It Is q sin for me to
love or think of; and you ell me that to.
morrow shall see him sgain-speak with
him-our hands even may touch again. "
she continued, wildly, as she wrung hel
interlsced fingers. "No, no, no; let me
never see him morel"
"He is under immediate orders fol
Burmsh, the General told me-" urged
Lady TremayDe. "Perhaps he can now
explain all to me, if not to you, Claire
and see the hand of God in this"
But the girl shook her head YEARLY and
mournfully, with her dark eyes fixed or
seeming vacancy.
"My dear GIRL" resumed Lady Ire
mayne, caressingly, "this misfortune
this strange and cruel accusation, may,
repeat, be explained away"
at never can be-" sobbed Claire, new
er. I heard her dreadful accusation, tC
which he had not q word to say, but sc
knowledged to me that the dark secret o
his life would be the ruin of mine. Those
were his words"
Sand he is coming Tomorrow"
"Montressor?"
''Yes
"Here-here?"
"With my brother-in-law, the general
Depend upon it, this is DO mere c1snce.'
"Whst them" asked Claire, desper-
ately.
"Destiny."
"To hunt me from your household ant
destroy my peace, by what may prove {
public expuse?"
stNot If you command yourself and re-
tainH you presence of mind. Destroy
your peace, Claire7 God, who rules oul
fate, would not be so cruel. The wretcheC
woman-anNimpostor, perhaps"
"She was no impostor. Digby dared
not call her So"
"She who wrought you so much evi
may be dead; her assertions may be ex
planned. Oh, be patient, be hopeful"
But, oh, Lady Tremayne, think o.
what you put upon me-the pain, the ter
TOIy VI SuS0 OIL 4ubS1f4SW UClO1S
strangers.
''Their presence will compel, control
and consider-he is under orders for Bur
mah," said Lady Tremayne sgain, sand
you may perhaps meet no more"
Then il was that wild longing to see
Montressor but once again struggled
with Claire's sense of delicecy, even her
sense of propriety and just resentment;
and she consented to appear, promising
to avoid all that might lead to the Issue
of which all English folks have genuine
horrors scene; but she tainted; IS we
have told, and the guests departed in con-
fusion and haste.
After time, to Lady Tremsyne's great
relief, her white lips and eyelids I'M
closed. She found herself on couch
near sn open wlndow-open to the dewy
Indian night. There was the fragrance
of esu-de-cologne in the room and of a re-
storative which someone held to her lips.
A gasping sigh escaped her, and she
gradually recovered, awakening again to
q painful reality, and wept as child
might have done on the breast Of friend,
but somewhat mistaken monitress.
ga year tonight" said Claire, gazing
with q world of sadness on the wedding
to which, perhaps she had no right, and
for which even Der slender finger had
grown too small, as she turned it round,
with q wistiul expression In Der eyes; "s
year tonight since that awful one at
Lynemouth. How strange! how passing
strange! So must cling to you. Dear
Lady TremavHe, think you know now
that am one of those women Of whom
De Quincy wrote-one TO whom real
and true female friendship is more Valua-
BILE than all the companionship of the
other sex can give. But, however," she
added, with 8 painful little hysterlcal
laugh, ''to-night has proved that I am
utterly destitute of self-possession or
presence of mind"
Lsdy Tremayne regarded her anxiously
for in her soft, pale face WAS the tired
and worn expression of one who thought
life not worth living.
sI am without hush nd, yet married |;
q girl, Lady Tremsyne, without g girls
best inheritapce-hope,"s said she, sadly :,
and she drew of, as vanities, the Delhi
bangles her hostess had given her-not
Blake, IS gossip suggested.
Meanwhile, Montressor was equally q
prey to bitterness and grief, and felt him.
self involved in fresh mszes OF wonder
and perplexitY.
"CIaire here! here in Calcutta" he
Kept repeating to himself, as If he could
not believe the evidence Of his own
senses. And both their minds were full
of the same theme.
That last night in the cottage in Lyme
mouth, when the happy weeks of their
newly married life, amid the wonderful
scenery of the valley of the rocks, by the